I love snow in Seattle. Always have. Always will.

Yet I know many of you have had an ordeal these past two days. Remote power outages; all-night commutes home; lost retail traffic, etc.

So I will forego my annual essay about why I love city snow so much.

I will give only a little verbal image.

I overlook a shorter building next door. This morning its roof was covered with just a remaining dusting of snow. Etched into this were dozens of pigeon footprints, in random curving paths reminiscent of a dotted Sunday Family Circus townscape. Cute beyond cute.

So I will leave you with Seattle’s official song of winter.

Stan Boreson \”Winter Underwear\” on \”The Lawrence Welk Show,\” 1957